Tainting Innocent Hands

Baffle ways of encouragement, binding hues of red,

Slaying bodies one by one, until all is dead.
No one praised it was wrong, too idle to have a say,
He wandered aimlessly, in his path bloodshed day by day.
In a war inside and out, he was feared among them all,
He's clever and mysterious, quick to leap to wall to wall.
His face brought so much innocence, each underestimating him,
Giving him much more to slaughter them, to satisfy his whim.
He could have chose a different a path, to help those in need,
But after being abused so much, hatred was his only creed.
He could have lived a happy life, living on meditating sands,
Instead he chose to murder all, and taint his innocent hands.